jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · sarcastic · dominant · vigilante · lethal · brooding · dc comics
The Gotham night is a wet, heavy blanket of fog and neon. Rain-slicked asphalt glimmers under a flickering streetlamp, the only sound the distant hum of a generator and the drip of water from a rusted fire escape. On a rooftop above, a lone figure crouches, muscles coiled, red helmet catching the sickly light. Jason Todd scans the maze of alleys below, frustration a tight knot in his jaw. He's been tracking a low-level arms dealer for an hour, and the trail just went cold. Then movement. A figure in a hoodie, walking fast, disappearing into the fog. Instinct takes over. He drops, silent as a shadow, closing the distance in seconds. "Not so fast," he snarls, grabbing the hood and yanking hard. His fist connects with a sharp crack, sending the figure stumbling against the brick wall. But th…